Page 53 of Breaking Free

She paused briefly to take stock of her feelings, to be certain, before answering. “I was told you have a thousand club members. I want to understand why they yearn for this so intensely they’re willing to pay an exorbitant price to get it.”

The white tan lines fanning out from his eyes crinkled, hinting at a potential smile. “If that’s a no, I’ll need you to say the word.”.

“I’m edgy, but not panicked, sir. It’s a no.”

“If that changes, use your safeword. Tonight, you can also say stop, and I will.”

“Thank you,” she said, relieved.

“Sometimes we have to take baby steps with nervous newbies.” His lips twitched, and she again hoped to see his elusive smile—she knew he had one buried in there somewhere—but it never materialized.

“I thought you were trying to scare me off.”

“No. Just opening your eyes to see things clearly. Look up,” he directed.

When she did, she saw chains dangling from the bars above her, cuffs attached to the ends. His fingers encircled her wrist, and he raised her arm over her head and buckled on the first cuff.

She swallowed.Here we go.

Once he secured the other wrist, he moved to the cot. It opened to reveal a small storage space with implements. His broad back and shoulders concealed what he removed.

Standing in front of her again, he held up a strip of black cloth. When he moved behind her, he tied it around her head, blindfolding her.

“How am I to see things clearly if I can’t see, sir?”

“It’s a euphemism, Piper. Often the eyes can deceive, and your other senses paint a better picture.”

Something soft brushed her cheek, and she imagined it was his finger once more. She couldn’t be sure because when she leaned into the touch, it disappeared. The scuff of his shoes echoed loudly as he moved away.

She’d consented, willingly prepared to surrender herself to him. But each second that ticked by added to her anxiety. Seriously, what had she been thinking when she agreed to this?

Piper felt the heat of his body against her back an instant before his fingers curled around her hips. “Relax and breathe,”he ordered softly. “Passing out will end the session before you gain the knowledge you seek.”

His hands glided slowly over her belly then traveled upward to cup her breasts. She gasped and rose on her toes when his fingers lightly pinched and rolled the stiff peaks, wondering how she was supposed to breathe when his hands were on her.

When one glided down her body and back up, his fingers slipped beneath her skirt, the rough texture of his skin now against hers. His hands continued upward, teasing her nipples. One through butter soft leather and one on bare flesh, arousing her further. The hardness of his body and his blatant desire pressed against her back and bottom as his lips glided up the side of her neck. His teeth caught her earlobe, tugging ever so briefly. “You’re doing well, little newbie. How about we step it up a notch?”

“Yes, please, sir.”

In what seemed like an instant, he stood in front of her, his long frame pressed against her chest to knees. When he ordered, “Part your lips for me,” she obeyed, wanting his mouth on hers. The desire spiraling through her body intensified when he kissed her, even more so when his tongue boldly swept inside.

Piper could barely process the fact she was handcuffed in a cell in a sex club, pressed against Tristan with his tongue in her mouth. She would have pinched herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming, but she couldn’t reach.

His hands slid down her back over her satin-covered backside to her bare thighs before they reversed course, raising her hem as they moved upward to palm her cheeks.

“You’re beautiful. Your skin is like silk, and your ass practically begs for my touch.” He squeezed, lifting her onto her toes and she moaned softly into his mouth.

The chains overhead rattled as, forgetting she was cuffed, she reached for him. Being restrained and subject to his will wassimultaneously arousing and frustrating. If her hands were free, they’d be all over him.

Tristan’s fingers lightly traced the edge of her panties. “Covering such an ass is a crime,” he declared as, with a firm tug, he pulled them upward.

Piper sucked in a breath as the material wedged between her cheeks and pulled tight in front, over her clit.

“I’m looking forward to seeing how you respond to my flogger. The expression on your lovely face with your first taste, the rise of color in your cheeks—both sets—and the sounds that come from your plump pink lips. But to truly appreciate the leather, there mustn’t be any barriers between it and your skin.”

He watched her carefully, waiting five seconds—she knew because she counted the pulse beats thumping in her ears. When she said nothing, her body humming in anticipation, his fingers flexed on her flesh once more before releasing her.

Without his intimidating, overwhelming presence, she had a chance to breathe. But not for long. A swishing noise followed by a loudthwapsent a jolt of alarm through her body. The chains clanked, but she felt nothing. Piper’s head moved from side to side, as if she might find him despite the blackness covering her eyes.

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